Its Hard To Imagine...

Here I was, I was doing the exact same thing I was doing every day. Wandering around town aimelessly, with nothing else better to do. I passed the local corner store, passed the old bum laying on the bench. I felt pity as I travelled on by. Poor guy. I thought, hands in my pockets, music blaring from my well-used Ipod. I walked down my usual path to the park. I passed the dumb jocks, hanging out by the skateboard park. The laughed at something one of them said, and I frowned in disgust, They were all fake, it wasn't that hard to see. I walked my way past the slide, past the swings, swaying back and forth from the faint wind. I walked along the deserted beach. No one would be out here in this weather. I walked to my favourite tree. I sat down in front of it, leaning against the trunk base, pulling out my poetry book.
"Why does my life have to be like this?" I wrote with my favourite black-inked pen. My brain was blank after that, and I couldnt think of anything. Usually I have no trouble whipping off a poem, let alone a free verse. I continued to struggle when I noticed something over by the docks. I squinted and focussed my eyes, and saw it was a person, a boy, maybe around my age. He was simply staring ahead out into the lake. He sat crossed legged, black hair blowing all over.
I was curious immediatly, and I decided to go talk to him. Don't ask me why I decided to confront him, I usually never do things like this. But i found myself shoving my notebook into my shoulder bag, and standing up. I took a deep breath and walked towards him.
He didnt seem to hear me as I approached. I saw as I got closer, rested an Ipod similar to mine on the ground beside him. He suddenly reached down, and picked it up, clutching it in his hands and hitting "next" I recognized the simple gesture. As I got closer, I knew he sensed me, or someone at least. He turned around and I froze in my place. A pale face stared at me, black eyes staring into my blue, as if they could see right into my soul. Dark smudges circled them, and the wind blue his midnight hair into his eyes. He didn't say anything, but stared. I should have felt frightened, but I didn't feel anything.
"Can I help you?" He asked, in a soft voice. It was not at all what I expected.
"Um, I just saw that you were alone over here, and thought you might want some company." His expression didn't change what-so-ever.
"And, what if I want to be alone?"
Oops. How was I susposed to know. "Oh, sorry, I was just... I just. I'll leave, Sorry" I mumbled, re-adjusting my bag and turning to leave.
"You can stay." I heard him reply.
I stopped where I was, and turned around. Without saying anthing I would have regretted, I sat down beside him.
"Whats that?" he asked, as I took out my poety book again.
"Um, poems." I replied, retrieving my Ipod out of my jeans pocket and switching the song.
"Can I read?"
I turned my head and looked at him. His face was as innocent as a lambs. It was hard to resist that face, but no one had ever asked to read my poems before. No one. "Sure I guess." I said, handing him the well-used notebook. He opened to the first page and started reading.
I don't know how long we sat like that, him reading, and me listening to my music, more the water crashing and receeding from the shore. It was peaceful doing that. It was very calm, and reasurring. I closed my eyes, and the words just formed before them. I smiled, and quickly grabbed my pen, I motioned to - i just realized I didn't even know his name - the guy for my book, and he kindly gave it back. I jotted down the words exploding from my brain, and gave it back.
He looked at me funny, but then just opened to the page he left off on, and started reading again.
"Whats your name?" I asked, tilting my head.
He looked up from my poems. "Skyler." he replied. "You?"
"Bri." I said simply. Skyler. What a unique name. I liked it. I held out my hand and we shook.
"These are amazing." He said after a while, staring at the last one I'd entered, the one I'd had an epiphany of.
I blushed. "Thanks." I said simply, moving my own blond hair out of my eyes.
"I'm serious. These are really good. You have a serious talent."
I smiled again. "Thank you." The song - Dear Maria Count Me In by All Time Low - ended, and I looked at the clock on the small screen. "Shoot!" I said, standing up. "Sorry I have to go home, or my moms going to be furious." He handed me my book, and I shoved that impatiently into my bag. "It was nice to meet and chat with you." I said, realizing that we hadn't done much talking.
He smiled. "Thanks for interupting my lonliness." he replied back.
I half-smiled back, and walked fast away from the docks. I dashed past the park and all the jocks were gone for the skate-park. It started to lightly rain, so I ran the rest of the way to my house. Breathing heavily and gasping for water, I hurried inside.
"Brianna? Is that you?" my mother asked.
"Yup." I replied, heading straight towards my room. I dumped my bag on the floor, only after I dug out my poems. I sat cross -legged on the bed, and stared at it.
I didn't even know if he went to my school.